Darkness surrounded a single house on a single hill. Moonlight breaking through the clouds once in a while.
It's been a long time since the grass was green, the flowers bloomed and the warmth touched the hill.
In the single house on that single hill lived a single man, only reverred by the town as Old Man Piney.
Skin cold as ice, nails yellow as decay, eyes white as snow.
The man lived by himself, just the way he had liked it all these years.
His heart was cold, filled with ice. For any soul who entered his hill was cursed to die. Rather sooner than later.
His veins filled with the blood of old. His mind filled with the strongest spells, and his heart filled with hate.
His mind only focused on one thing, the end of the world.
Blazing fires and burning flesh. Sky darkened and sunlight fades. Anger and vengeance. This was his destiny in this long cursed life.
Eyes, cold and white as they were slowly turning south.
Elmos...
You would be first.
